My friend likes to say that C is the second child who should have been born a first child because she wants nothing more than to just be held and snuggled all day long...and who has time to do that with another child running around at home?
I have to say that for me, though, C was born at just the right time. I was far too overwhelmed with being a new mom the first time around to appreciate all those baby snuggles. And I was often more interested in moving on to the next stage than appreciating the one that we were in (mostly because I was hoping that the next stage would mean that I could finally get some sleep!). But knowing that C is most likely our last little one makes me appreciate the here and now of having her in our family.
I love snuggling up with her at night and petting the soft little hair on her head (yes, I realize that that makes her sound like a cat, but seriously, I do love petting her head).
I love making her laugh so that I can see that one little tooth in her mouth. I love when I look back after I walk away from her and I see her crawling, commando-style, after me. And I love that as sweet as this little baby is, she still has the most bad-ass mean-mugging face.
We like to say that this is the face that she pulls out when she's not impressed with our awesomeness. Apparently, she's practicing for her teenage years.